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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.