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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.