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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.