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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.