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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.