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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.