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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Swans,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.