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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
DNA,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
ABC,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.