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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.