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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.