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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.