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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.