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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.