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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Human League,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.