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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.