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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.