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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.