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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.