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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.