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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.