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 China and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Associates to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.