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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.