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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.