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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.