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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.