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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.