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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.