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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.