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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.