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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Ronan,
UT,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.