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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.