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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Fear,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.