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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.