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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.