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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.