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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wings to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.