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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.