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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.