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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.