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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.