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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.