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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.