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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.