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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.