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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.