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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.