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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.