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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Chrome,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.