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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.