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 Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.