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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.