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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.