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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.