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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
The Index,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.