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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.