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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.