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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.