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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.