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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.