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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.