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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.