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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.