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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.