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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.