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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.