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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.