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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.