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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.