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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.