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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.