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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.