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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.