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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.