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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.