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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.