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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Wire,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.