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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.