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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
UT,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.