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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.