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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.