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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.