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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.