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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
X-102,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.