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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Scion,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.