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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.