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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.