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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.