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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.