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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
UT,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.