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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.