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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Unwound,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.