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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.