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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Can,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.