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 Antigua 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.