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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
UT,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.