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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.