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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the dance 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.