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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.