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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.