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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.