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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.