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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.