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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Faust,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.