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 Tonga and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
New Order,
Can,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.