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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.