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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.