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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.