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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.