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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.