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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.