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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.