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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Yaz,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.