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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
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.