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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.