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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.