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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.