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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.