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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.