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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.