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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.