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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Wings to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.