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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
cv313,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.