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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.