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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.