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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.