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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.