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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
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.