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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.