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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.