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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
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The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.