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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Can,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.