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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.