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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.