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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.