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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.