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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.