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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.