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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.