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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.