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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.