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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.