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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.