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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Saints 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Cure,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.