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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Can,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.