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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.