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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Associates,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.