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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.