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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Visage,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.