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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.