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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.