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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.