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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.