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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
PIL,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Crime,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.