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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.