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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.