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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Can,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.