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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.