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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.