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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
the Association,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.