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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.