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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.