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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.