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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.