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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.