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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.