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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.