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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.