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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Nico,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.