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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.