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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.