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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.