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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Jandek,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.