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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.