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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.