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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.