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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.