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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.