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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.