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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.