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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.