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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.