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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Technova,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.