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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.