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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.