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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.