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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.