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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Q65,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.