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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.