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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.