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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.