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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.