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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.