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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.