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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.