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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.