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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.