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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.