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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.