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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.