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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.