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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.