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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.