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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.