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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.