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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.