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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.