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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.