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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.