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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.