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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.