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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.