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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.