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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 UT to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.