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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.