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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.