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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.