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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.