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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.