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 Spain 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.