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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.