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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.