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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.