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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.