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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.