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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Index,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.