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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Organ,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.