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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
10cc,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.