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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.