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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.