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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Names to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.