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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.