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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.