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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.