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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
MC5,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Gong,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.