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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.