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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.