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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.