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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.