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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.