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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.