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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.