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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.