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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.