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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Golliwogs to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.