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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.