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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.