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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
CMW,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.