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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.