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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.