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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.