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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.