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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
PIL,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.