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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.