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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.