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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.