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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.