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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.