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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 UT to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.