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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.