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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.