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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Index,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Television,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.