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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
10cc,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.