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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.