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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.