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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.