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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.