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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.