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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.