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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.