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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.