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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
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 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.