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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.