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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.