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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.