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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.