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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.