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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
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.