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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.