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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.