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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.