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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.