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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Television,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Can,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.