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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.