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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Lower 48,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.