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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.