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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.