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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.