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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.