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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.