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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.