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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.