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 Syria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.