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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.