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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Cameo,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Skaos,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.