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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.