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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Wings,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.