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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.