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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.