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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.