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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.