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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.