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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.