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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.