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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.