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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.