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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Technova,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.