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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.