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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.