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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.