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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.