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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.