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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.