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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.