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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.