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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.