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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.