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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.