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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.