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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.