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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.