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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.