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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.