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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.