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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.