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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
UT,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.