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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.