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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
June Days,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.