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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.