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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Trojans to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.