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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.