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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.