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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.