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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.