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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.