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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.