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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.