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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.