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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.