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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
This Heat,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.