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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.