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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.