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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.