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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.