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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.