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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.