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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.