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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.