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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Normal,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.