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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.