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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.