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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.