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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Vogues 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
June Days,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.