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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
X-102,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.