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 Bangladesh 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.