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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.