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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.