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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.