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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.