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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Faust,
Visage,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.