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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.