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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
JFA,
the Association,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.