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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.