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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 808 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.