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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
cv313,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.