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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
DNA,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.