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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.