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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.