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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.