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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.