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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.