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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.