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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.