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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.