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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.