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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.