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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.