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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.