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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.