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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.