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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.