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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.