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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
The Sound,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.