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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.