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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.