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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.