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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.