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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.