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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.