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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.