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 Africa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.