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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Gong,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.