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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.