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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.