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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.