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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.