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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.