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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.