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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Deakin,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Can,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.