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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Urselle 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.