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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.