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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.