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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.