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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.