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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.