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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.