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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.