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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.