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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Can,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.