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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
UT,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.