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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.