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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.