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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.