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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Smog,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.