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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.