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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.