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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.