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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Wire,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.