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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.