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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.