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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.