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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.