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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Darondo,
Index,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.