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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.