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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.