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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.