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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.