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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Can,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.