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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.