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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.