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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.