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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.