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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.