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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.