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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.