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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Fear,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.