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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.