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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.