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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.