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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.