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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fad Gadget 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.