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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.