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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.