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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.