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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.