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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.