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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.