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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.