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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.