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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.