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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.