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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.