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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Pole,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.