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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Move,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Index,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.