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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.