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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.