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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.