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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.