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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.