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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.