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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.