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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.