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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.