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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.