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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.