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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.