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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.