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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.