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 Guyana and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.