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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.