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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.