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 Congo 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.