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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.