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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Brick,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.