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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.