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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.