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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Franke,
CMW,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.