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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.