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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.