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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.