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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.