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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.