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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.