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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.