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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.