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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.