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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.