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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.