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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.