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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.