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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.