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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.