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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.