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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.