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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.