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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.