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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.