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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
the Germs,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.