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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.