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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.