Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
the Association,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.