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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.