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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.