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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.