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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
the Association,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.