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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.