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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
X-102,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.