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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.