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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Nico,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.