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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.