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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.