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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.