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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.